OK, let's state for the record that I absolutely hate Wetherspoon pubs. I hate the chain because it destroys good, old fashion, local pubs that have been standing for donkey's years (like The Horse and Groom in Cardiff, which I will forever mourn the closure of).
However, my mum is a huge fan because she absolutely hates paying through the nose for food and, as she likes to buy me lunch when we go for a day out, and as she's a pensioner with no bottomless purse, and because I love her very much, we always head for a Wetherspoon's when we're out on 'day trip'.
So, there I was, after falling head over heels for a gorilla in Bristol Zoo, in The Berkeley, in Bristol, on a rainy Friday in March with me mam, me sister and mam's best friend. It was packed. Mostly students, with loud voices and even louder laughs, but this was no bad thing. It was nice to see people out enjoying themselves in an era of newspaper doom mongering and money-pinched times.
The building, like with lots of Wetherspoons, was fantastic - high ceilings and a domed stained glass window in the middle of the main seating area. Got chatting to a woman at the bar who told me she used to go dancing with her hubby in there, back in the day. She loves going in there now and having a beer and thinking of what used to be. Made me stop and think for a minute.
I went to the bar with our food order and was told, by a barman who looked like he would bite your hand off if you offered him five minutes sit down, that i could certainly order food, as long as i didn't want anything grilled or roasted and could pay in cash. They were living a nightmare; the card machine was down, as was half the kitchen. The barman looked at me with eyes like the cat off Shrek. They said 'please help me!'
Luckily, we didn't need a grill and I had enough cash on me, courtesy of my mam.
Anyhoo, to cut what is becoming a very long story short, we had bacon carbonara, cheese and pickle ciabatta and two cottage pies with chips and four teas for £17.45. SEVENTEEN POUNDS FORTY FIVE! I can't get a round of drinks these days in Cardiff city centre for that! OK, the food wasn't spectacular and the garlic bread that came with the carbonara was at least two days old, but hey-de-ho.
For cheap food, a decent atmosphere and getting out of the rain, a bit quick, then this is OK.
Plus, got to hand it to the staff - they coped with the wall of obstacles with good humour and professionalism, which is more than can be said for some swankier places i know and don't love.
Also, the sign at the till made me chuckle: 'Apologies to customers, but we cannot accpect credit cards today'.
Well, if you are in a Wetherspoons, you've got to look for the silver lining somewhere. read more